been on her since 10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She can dance real
back and write They only found half of ya so your casket lite Now your body real easy to carry These hoes talk to much, me and my A.K.s finna get married 2
bad And there's nothing anyone can do To keep me away from you Yo Dallas man these five young boys Out of Atlanta GA are a real adventure They kinda
there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are certified, they our rentals) [Chorus 2
Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna] I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop
fume at 11 [Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
?¦ (Hook) I've got mya?¦ Gun on spray, so don't try toa?¦ (Pop! Pop!) Run awaya?¦ Hit em with the big bad wolfa?¦ 86 sick streak inside of mea?¦ (2
loves a cop killa just as bout' as much as a young capila so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in all I heard is pop pop pop what
and e-40 Already know You already know Already know You already know Already know You already know Already know I'ma speak my mind you speak yours Uh huh, uh huh (2
played Either kill a nigga quick or u might get played Street was never was that big, the hood's even smaller grew up in the projects that moved the four quarters Pop
. I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool the Mother fuckin (cannon). Other words I'm the real for real We can go
and explosive sounds They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife See that's the real
win young money heisman rookies of the year [Chorus] [Tyga - Verse 2] Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello boy yellow, but my bitch back from the ghetto with the flow watch it pop
homie head in that Brook-lyn bar Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a star Had some more bars but I left my rap book in the car (yo yo yo yo yo
cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City Giants. Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature. Pop
bed only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, Front 2
't droppin' nothin' but heep Nickleodeon, Disney, world wide tv, Ain't a kid, Ahh who can work the croud like me? This for the truck, cruse, cars and cheeps, Cloves, real
still breathin Got one longin, that's to keep eatin We here to stay and we ain't leavin (Rock y'all) (Everything gonna be alright) [ VERSE 2 ] I'm